I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light. — Robert Frost
Unidentified Woman ca. 1950’s – Walter Silver Photographs
Daylight never offers
her the soothing roughness
of pillow-fights with night
or the silk
that only moonlight knows.
She’s not a cat but
she yawns and seal
the shutters to the craze
of clockwork from citiscape-
rush of human herds
always late at yet
another break of dawn.
”I only thrive at dusk”,
she smears with lipstick
on the bathroom mirror,
as she lets her hair be rivers,
retracts her claws,
waiting for the night to bless
her from her dreams.
Linked to Margret’s prompt at toads and Poetry Pantry
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April 28, 2019
Björn Rudbergs writings 
“as she lets her hair be rivers”
Oh my gosh, what incredible poetry.
This is really a brilliant interpretation of the image.
Amazing fusion of cat and woman in your description, and I adore the Frost quote too !
Feline feminine lipstick and claws, so much to curl up and purr about.
Deliciously decadent, Bjorn.
I love this especially; “I only thrive at dusk, she smears with lipstick
on the bathroom mirror, as she lets her hair be rivers, retracts her claws.” ❤️
I so love “she lets her hair be rivers” and “I only thrive at dusk.”
I like so many lines in this. I like the whole poem. I felt the woman as mystery.
silken moonlight, rivers of loosened hair, the blessing of the night… beautiful all!
Marvellous, Björn, especially ‘pillow-fights with night’ and
‘…she lets her hair be rivers,
retracts her claws,
waiting for the night to bless
her from her dreams’.
You have really given us a very vivid picture of just who ‘she’ is!
How I wish the night would bless me sometimes! Fortunate is the character in your poem to receive nighttime blessings, not blastings!
Lovely lines. I especially like…“she lets her hair be rivers”.
Oh I love this, especially your ending.
How intriguing you make her!
Wonderful images here. I especially like “she lets her hair be rivers”. I like fusion of human woman with female cat.
So many fabulous lines in this beautifully penned piece. My fav:
‘or the silk
that only moonlight knows.’
a sense of mystery here. who is this woman? is she even human?
great images. 🙂
Adventuresome in a quiet way. Cats love the night, I think your lady has learned some cat ways.
you know her well
the silk
that only moonlight knows….. great imagery throughout…
That first stanza… swoonworthy. When we find the things that feel like they were made from the same fabric as our souls, it’s only natural to want to wrap ourselves up in them.
I really love your wonderful descriptions–all moon-rich and nature-sleek. And even more, I love how this makes me think of someone who carries her shape around, changing in and out of it, as night and day dance their dance.
I’m liking this lady! 🙂